i am starting to think that (for me) journaling (online or otherwise) is an act that is done in periods of solitude. i can barely do this lately. i don't want to give it up, but i forget to think about writing or messing with pictures. sure, i am making pictures. downloading. looking at them. buying a pogo printer so i can print them out and put them on some new pieces i've been working on. but i haven't felt like putting them online. i definitely haven't felt like writing. i sort of miss mySelf. but everything is fine. i can't believe i have been here for a month already. i still have no job prospects and i still don't even know where i want to live. i am leaning more toward San Antonio now, because Austin seems far too expensive. maybe i'm not cool enough to live in Austin now. or too old. i dunno.

anyway ... last week i accompanied my sister and little Kathy to The Valley (in Texas language, that means the Rio Grande Valley). her family business is there and she must go down about once a week for a couple of days. this was to be a longer stay and she wanted her girlie and i was supposed to be working, but i didn't do much. i *did* learn all about RV architecture though. very interesting...

and we went to the beach one evening, ate on a pier, walked in the moonlight, spent the night and in the morning i got up early to walk in the sunrise! it was so beautiful, even though the actual rise took place behind some clouds. then we went to the Birding Center and the Sea Turtle Rescue center and a huge tacky shell shop. it was all good.